The Wolves

There's a car on the corner, she's waiting for me to come out And I ain't said a word in weeks, these old habits'll weigh you down I can't talk to god, I can't light it up I can't take something that I'm unworthy of You might sing it wrong, clumsy, off key Top of your lungs, smile at everyone You don't ease up on me You know I stay in a hurry, babe I miss a lot of good things If I throw my body On a plane, in a car, on the ground I'm living like I'll never die And your ax is not a key There's a lock on the door that costs more than my car, babe And I ain't ever come close to crossing that threshold anyways I can't hear our song on the radio Without a clear recollection of the touch-and-go I can't prize my certainty and let bygones fade away, for my own sake I walk a paper-thin line I know there's something for everyone But I've got a one-track mind If I throw myself to the wolves I did it all for the glory Not the fruit rotting in my shade Who's begging to get inside? There's a reason I fold, I'm sure it'll become clear You've been proving yourself wrong, with or without me here You don't look around, you don't check the score You cause all that trouble, then you beg for more On every warm horizon of what I let disappear You don't ease up on me You know I stay in a hurry, babe I miss a lot of good things And when I throw myself to the wolves I do it all for the glory Not the wind shaking off my leaves Not begging for a key